Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Well, most of them were. Van glared at her a lot.
I’ll also admit a little shamefully that I was a wee bit jealous that Lucas didn’t look at me once. Not during warm-ups, not during commercial breaks, and not after the game was over and they skated off.
Of course, the fact that Lucas was quite insistent I come over to his house after the game makes up for that little snub. He was so insistent about it this morning as I woke up with his hand between my legs and his mouth kissing my neck that he wouldn’t let me climax until I agreed to spend the night at his house.
What’s a girl to do?
Simone unlocks the door and I step inside behind her. I haven’t been here since that first time three weeks ago after we had dinner at Max and Jules’s house. Lucas has invited me a few times, but he’s never pushed it. I assumed we always met at my place because he has a roommate and I don’t. I also think that kept things very casual and in the realm of just a hookup. But tonight we’re crossing more boundaries and I freely admit we’re not just about hookups anymore.
The Cold Fury kicked the Cougars’ asses tonight. They have to be riding high as this last week of regular season play winds down and they gear up to meet the Florida Spartans in the first round of the play-offs a week from today.
“I’ll pull the steaks out of the fridge to season them up,” Simone says over her shoulder as she drops her purse right in the middle of the living room floor, where she leaves it without a backward glance. “Any chance you know how to get the baked potatoes ready to fire up?”
I laugh as I glance around the living room, which bears the mark of Hurricane Simone. There’s a pillow and blanket on the couch, along with what looks like an empty bag of popcorn and three cans of soda on the table. She has some clothes slung over the back of the couch including a white lacy bra. “Yeah, I can handle the potatoes.”
“Oh shit,” Simone says, and I turn to look at her. She’s watching me looking at the mess. “I thought I picked all that crap up before I left for the game.”
I grin as Simone starts grabbing the clothing and stuffing it behind the back cushion of the couch. It’s not being hidden from anyone, as there’s enough clothing back there that the cushion now sticks out.
“Sucks not having any room for anything,” she mutters.
“Have you thought about getting your own place?” I ask her.
“God, yes,” she says with a huff of frustration. “But first things first. I need a job. Lucas has been really cool letting me stay here, but I need to totally get my own apartment.”
“I imagine it can’t be all that fun living in a house with two stinky boys,” I tease her as I walk into the kitchen and put my purse on the table. I expect Lucas and Van will be here within the next hour and we can have everything ready to go but the steaks on the grill, which Lucas said was his specialty and we were not to cook them.
“No fun at all,” she mutters again, but I don’t comment on the apparent frustration in her voice because she’s already back in the kitchen and chattering away about the game.
We work side by side in the kitchen seasoning steaks, getting the potatoes in the oven, and gossiping. Simone sips on white wine while I drink water, and I find her easy to talk to. She doesn’t try to pry into anything personal and has the amazing ability to make casual chitchat almost…fun?
Yeah, Simone is a fun girl. She not only looks like her brothers but seems to have the same easygoing, happy-go-lucky personality, which I’m going to have to assume has been handed down by their parents.
The front door opens and Simone and I turn that way. My breath catches as Lucas walks in wearing a silvery-gray suit that’s fits his body to perfection. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he took after the game and he’s carrying a huge duffel bag over his arm. His eyes come to me immediately and his smile makes my legs feel jelly-like. He smoothly steps over Simone’s purse lying in the middle of the floor as he walks toward me, setting his bag on the couch as he passes it.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” Van curses loudly, and my eyes catch him stumbling behind Lucas. He rights himself and his eyes go immediately to Simone. “For the love of all that’s holy, can you once again please not just leave your shit in the middle of the floor?”